Valerie was whimpering realistically now, as if she was actually afraid of the man on the stage with her. Damn, it had to be part of the act! Certainly City Ordinances wouldn't allow anything harmful to happen on stage, even in a place like this, which he'd purposely neglected to define, knowing it was a front for a whore house.
Concerned, Carl twisted nervously in the chair while the bizarre sights in front of him continued. The man on stage was grinning lewdly at the helpless position of the girl, and he seemed to ignore her pleas for mercy. It was as though he was there uninvited, and when he moved toward the girl he took small steps that seemed to draw out the anticipation. Carl grinned to himself. Hell, it's only an act; he wouldn't hurt Valerie. But when the man grabbed at her panties, and with one very vicious tug, pulled the filmy material from her body, he was tempted to jump on stage and rescue her.
"Please, don't!" Valerie pleaded, her big dark eyes widening in fright. She was pulling at her bonds, and her buttocks wiggled lewdly as a result of her struggle, a movement which did not escape the watchful eye of Dr. Dexter. The twin, moon-shaped globes were round and shapely, standing out clearly in the frame of her black stockings and garter belt. The torn threads of panties fell to the floor of the stage, where the man stood behind the girl, and he pinched the flesh of her buttocks, making her yelp in discomfort. He laughed at her swift response, then shoving his hand in between the girl's smooth inner thighs, he lifted up to suddenly bury his fingers in the dark triangle of her curly pubic hair.
My God, what was he doing to his Valerie? Carl felt his heart pounding at a mile a minute, as he realized that he might be witnessing the rape of the poor girl tied to the bed – his research subject! Well, they sure as hell would have something to talk about this time! That man torturing her had to be a sadist, no two ways about it. God, he wanted to jump up there and slug that man! He had to be a sicky dressed in that costume.
He was a spot of black on stage, wearing black tight pants and a black shirt left open at the collar, but it wasn't his dress that gave him the sinister appearance. He had an obvious scar on his right cheek, a wide red slash that could only have come from a knife fight. His eyes flashed with rapid rabbit-like glances as he eyed the helpless girl, and his mouth was curled up at the corners in a sneer. The culprit seemed completely oblivious to the girl's screams as he dug his fingers in her naked pussy, as if trying to determine if the girl was really ready for him. Turning slightly, he moved quickly toward the black briefcase he had carried on stage with him, and when he pulled his right hand from inside it, he held a small, black whip. In spite of its small size, the whip looked terrifying and sinister, and he drew his hand down smoothly, making a loud crack with the tiny leather tip of it.
Carl practically jumped out of his chair at the sound of the cracking whip, and his heart was beating so damned fast, he could feel it in his throat. Christ, he was going to beat Valerie! Carl sat breathless as the man moved toward the girl, holding the whip like a limp snake in front of him. When he was directly behind the bent-over girl, he moved his hand holding the whip up high in the air, so that the girl could see it very clearly. She had her head twisted to one side, and by the look on her face, it was difficult for her to look backward toward the man. When she saw what he was holding over his head, her eyes popped open wide with anxiety.
"Ohhhh, don't do that to me!" she wailed in her high soprano trill, but her pleas were interrupted with the whip slapping down across her naked buttocks.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Heaving forward in a desperate attempt to get away from the blow, Valerie's breasts pressed into the mattress as she tried to pull herself free from the restraining bonds. She was securely tied, and there was no escape for her. The man raised his hand once again, and the whip landed on her smooth quivering young buttocks even harder than before.
"Aaaagggghhhh! Oooohhhh, don't hurt your Valerie!" thin red lines were visible across the white cheeks of her naked buttocks as a vivid indication of where the whip had struck her body. Carl felt like every nerve and muscle in his body was tense as the man again raised his hand, holding up the whip, striking the girl with the tip of it on the upstroke. The loud, lewd cracking sound echoed throughout the club, and the patrons seemed to remain so very quiet that no breathing was heard. Another red welt ran parallel on the white cheeks of her sensuous buttocks, but her cries for mercy had turned to helpless, incoherent whimperings.
"Jesus!" muttered the doctor to himself, feeling his forehead bead with perspiration, he wiggled in his seat and emptied his glass of scotch. It's just an act, he reminded himself; no reason to get so upset. He made a conscious effort to block out the cruelty of this S-M act, but the subsequent blows of the whip sounded like cracking stings from hell. Then, as though he had been imagining all that preceded, Carl was shocked by the sudden change in Valerie's voice. It was as though she was actually enjoying the painful whipping the man was giving her, and tiny drops of excited moisture seemed magically to appear between the girl's open thighs.
The girl's buttocks were just a few feet away from where Carl was seated, and he could clearly see the pink valley of moist flesh between the hair-lined slit of her pussy. Damn, but it was beautiful! It was lubricating fluid from her cunt! Carl couldn't believe it, but there was no denying what he could see with his own eyes! The girl's whimpering had changed to moans of real pleasure, and she was rolling her buttocks as if to entice the man to strike her again and again. Carl drank down the watered scotch from the melting ice cubes in his glass as he felt a strange growing sensation in his loins. Damn, it was happening again! Something about the bizarre actions of the girl and man on-stage made his nerves tingle with the same excitement he had felt when Valerie first appeared on stage. It was almost as if he could feel her sensuous hands running up and down his inner thighs, and his cock throbbed in the direction of the stage. He tried to close his mind to the realization of his excitement, but he couldn't turn off the gnawing sensations that seemed to grow with each passing moment. In spite of the terrible shame he felt for having become excited by some Goddamned sadistic, he couldn't help but inch his fingers down toward the growing bulge in his pants. He wriggled so that his chair was directly under his semi-circle single table, nervously watching to see if the Texan or his girl friend next to him was watching. Just a little finger-tip stroke wouldn't hurt anything, and he'd stop if it got out of control. Damn, but it felt good. Although the man on stage was still half turned away from his line of vision, Carl couldn't help noticing the growing bulge in the crotch of his tight black pants, too.
"Oooooh! Uuuuuggggh!" moaned Valerie, and then she raised her red, striped buttocks up for another blow from the man's whip. The man was looking at her with a lusting glazed expression of lewd vulgarity, and he came down hard with the whip, releasing the whole thing so that it flew across the stage, to land on the floor. Carl followed the whip with his eyes, and when he returned her gaze to the man, he felt a new excitement, seeing him loosening his belt holding up his pants. Hot damn! If this scene got any juicier, Carl decided he'd apply for another grant and study these strange people who delighted in hurting one another!
"Hurry, baby! I want it now! Please fuck me, honey!" Valerie shouted out at the man behind her. He pulled his shirt off over his head without loosening the buttons, and then he dug his fingers into the top of his pants. Carl watched in lewd fascination as the man pulled his pants down. He wasn't wearing any undergarments, and as the black material cleared his hips, a rigid column of flesh sprang suddenly straight out from the dark tangle of his exposed pubic hair. His gigantic cock was throbbing red in the bright stage lighting, a thick fleshy staff of lusting flesh that looked big enough to fill two people the size of Valerie Barren! The giant head was throbbing, and Carl could see tiny drops of seminal fluid seeping just inside the dilated slit at the end. The blood filled veins lining the length of the huge column of hardened male flesh seemed to grow with pumping liquid as the man kicked his pants clear of his feet. He stood behind the girl, his naked body appearing white next to the black stockings which covered the girl's legs. He held his throbbing cock in his left hand as he moved closer to the girl's exposed buttocks, and when he moved his hips forward, his lust-hardened cock was but an inch from the soft dividing crevice formed by her ass-cheeks. He stroked his cock for a short moment, standing in such a way that the girl had a hard time looking back at him.